Foggy Window

It was raining during my road trip to San Francisco, and bored as I was, I starting drawing on the fogged up window.

Glistening water stained on the window so gold

Why do you have to look so perfect yet feel so cold?

With the touch of my hand your fog is left unarmed, 

and leaves a tear on my finger that will soon innocently trail on.

Dazing in awe as this view surpasses with the rising heat of the sun,

It seemed like the rain and the haze would've never moved on

Although i can say "i love drawing on fogged up windows" 

as i have once admitted before

I also love having an experience so seamless like this not so often,

so that my love for it would be yearning again once more.

Author's Note

When read metaphorically, some people imagine themselves standing at close distance behind a person they love, but for some reason not close enough to catch their attention so they stay forever invisible to the person they truly desire.